"Bill, are you seriously suggesting we steal presents from a bunch of kids?" Molly asked incredulously, her brow raised so high it practically merged with her hairline. "Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures," Bill replied defensively, avoiding eye contact as he fiddled with the buttons on his jacket. "This has to be the lowest point in our thieving careers," Molly muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "What's next? Robbing a lemonade stand?" Bill sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly. "Look, I know it's not ideal, but we're running out of options. Our usual gigs have dried up, and we need to make rent somehow." Molly rolled her eyes dramatically. "Fine, but don't expect me to enjoy this. I draw the line at swiping candy from babies." "Oh, come on, Molls," Bill grinned mischievously, "it'll be fun! Like a twisted game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey." "More like Pin the Blame on the Thieves when we get caught," Molly retorted, though she couldn't help the hint of amusement in her voice. "Alright, Mr. Mastermind, what's your brilliant plan for infiltrating the party?" Bill rubbed his hands together eagerly, glad that Molly was finally onboard. "First, we'll need some costumes." Molly raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Costumes?" "Sure!" Bill nodded enthusiastically. "We can't just waltz into a children's party looking like ourselves, now can we? We'll blend right in as a couple of wacky entertainers." Despite her reservations, Molly found herself intrigued by Bill's enthusiasm. "Go on..." "Next, we'll put on a little show - you know, some magic tricks or balloon animals, anything to keep those sticky-fingered rugrats occupied while we scope out the present situation." "And then?" Molly prompted, almost against her better judgment. "And then," Bill continued triumphantly, "we sneak away during cake time, grab the loot, and make our grand escape before anyone notices." Molly snorted, shaking her head in disbelief. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?" Bill shrugged modestly, trying his best to hide his self-satisfied smirk. "What can I say? It's a gift." "More like a curse," Molly teased, playfully punching him in the arm. "But alright, let's give it a shot. For better or worse, we're in this together." As they made their way towards the party venue, Molly couldn't help but wonder what sort of antics awaited them at the hands of a bunch of sugar-fueled miniature humans. She glanced at Bill, who was practicing his balloon-animal skills with an intensity that bordered on comical, and she felt a sudden surge of affection for her larcenous partner-in-crime. No matter how ridiculous or absurd their escapades might be, they always managed to find humor in the chaos - and in the end, that was what kept them going. With a sigh and a wry smile, Molly steeled herself for the absurd mission ahead: Operation Birthday Bandits.